Guardian Angel ((Hannibal)) Upon this dark and dreary night, Will lay in his bed, tossing and turning. He was covered in sweat, groaning in his nightmare-infested slumber. The nightmares were filled with haunting images of Garrett Jacob Hobbs and that ravenstag. While still asleep, Will sat up and got out of bed. He blindly wandered over to the desk he kept his gun on, and picked it up. Will staggered to the front of his house and out the door, going off in the direction of the woods, his gun firmly held in his right hand.Guardian Angel ((Hannibal))2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A good distance away, Hannibal sat in his kitchen, quietly writing. He wrote about Will; about his rapidly diminishing sanity, about how despite his own cruel intentions, he still wanted a friendship with the shorter, empathetic man. Hannibal sighed and put down his pen, staring off into Oblivion, his mind racing with thoughts of Will. He felt something inside- some sort of powerful spark, but he wasn't entirely sure on what it was. Or was he?
Greggs-Mycroft/Lestrade"Fucking hell," The words fell out of Lestrade's mouth before he even had time to think about them. He didn't care-he was having an exceptionally bad day and his headache grew worse and he pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to ignore Donovan and Anderson constant bickering with Sherlock. John looking hopelessly in the corner at what to do.Greggs-Mycroft/Lestrade3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Shut it you three!" Lestrade snapped angrily, his eyes flashing in irritation. To his surprise, the three became quite at his deadly tone. "You're arguing like a bunch of school kids! For gods sake all of you, grow up." He tried not to shout at the last sentence, it was hard not to he had to admit, but he couldn't let his anger over ride him. Especially in front of Sherlock.
Sherlock spun around to face him, almost forgetting that he was there and gave a slight scowl in Sally's direction as she muttered her favourite insult at him. "Freak."
"Right, I want all of you out of my office. Sherlock-I will text you after I've done the pap
Late night visit - MormorIt was way past midnight, Jim was already lying in bed when heard a knock on his front door. He sighed in annoyance. He had been in the middle of plotting a new and brilliant crime to ease his boredom and bring some entertainment.Late night visit - Mormor3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The dark haired consulting criminal stood up and checked the time on his mobile phone. Two o' clock in the morning. He frowned. Whoever this was, Jim would personally skin the person if it wasn't important! And he could only think of one person who would dare to knock at his door at this time of night, let alone think of only person that knew where he lived. He would skin him alive and turn him into shoes!
"Who is it?" Jim called through the intercom.
"Really, Jim? It's me, Seb. Don't tell me you considered anyone else to come visit you. It would certainly surprise me if someone else came to see" Seb told him dryly, but something didn't sound quite right with his voice, Jim noticed alarmed. "I have a little problem here. Care to let me in?" His voice sounded
Hannigram - Imagining a world without youWhen the call had come in, stating that Tobias was in Hannibal’s house, Will would have sworn his heart had stopped momentarily, only starting to beat again when Jack had told him that Hannibal was fine aside from minor injuries. For a few seconds (that had felt like a whole eternity pressed together) he had been certain that he had lost the only person he’d managed to open up to in a long time. The thought of what would have happened if the knife had sunk into a different part of Hannibal’s flesh haunted him in his dreams. Now he was waking up, drenched in sweat, trembling from the lingering fear to the image of thrusting the weapon into Hannibal’s chest and watching the life leave his eyes.Hannigram - Imagining a world without you2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It had been his fault. Of course it had been, and he couldn’t understand why Hannibal didn’t blame him. He had been there in the music shop, could have prevented it if only he had noticed earlier that Tobias was the killer they had been looking for. But he had b
I Don't Want to be AlonePairing - Tony/BruceI Don't Want to be Alone3 years ago in Settings More Like This
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It was 2 am and Tony was still up in his lab working, the only source of light was his lamp so the main lights wouldn't wake the others. He couldn't sleep, not that he really did but tonight was worse, the thought of going to bed, alone, again was saddening. He had recently called things off with Pepper, she was nice but Tony knew it wouldn't go anywhere, he could feel it and for once the playboy wanted something real, he wanted to know that he would have a future with someone he loved, and with someone who loved him. He sighed and rested his head in his palms, he knew he was thinking too much but he just didn't want to end up alone, he could hide his fear of loneliness through his sarcasm and naturally charming attitude but when there was no one around he found it hard to stop the thoughts of his probably inevitable future.
Things had gotten better with the Avengers around though, he had friends who where always around a
Science Boyfriends- Dancing in a Day DreamBruce was working in the lab late like he normally did. It was somewhere around 1:00 AM? He couldn't really remember. Regardless of what time it was, it was normal working hours for him. The only thing different was that Tony wasn't in there working with Bruce, like he often did. Tony was gone at some sort of benefit tonight.Being a billionaire and a philantropist, he went those often. It was for some sort of endangered something or other, Bruce didn't bother to really remember what it was called. He was too busy modifying formulas.Science Boyfriends- Dancing in a Day Dream2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tony had invited him to go with, but Bruce made the excuse that he had loads of data that needed checking over and revised. This wasn't a TOTAL lie, but it was data that could have waited for a rainy day. Tony didn't seem to delve too much into it, just excepted it as it was and went on his merry way. Bruce felt a bit bad about turning down the offer, but at benefits there are always large masses of people, drinking and dancing.
Injured "I told you to be careful," Wally repeated as he gently pushed Dick down on the pillows of the bed, one hand in the center of his bare chest. Not only had Dick fallen into some poisonous bushes, but he also took a bullet to the chest, right below his left shoulder. Batman put Wally in charge to take care of him. "Come on, lay still. I have to change your bandages."Injured4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Dick crossed his arms over his chest, looking away with a look in his eyes the other had never seen before. "Hey, c'mon, whats wrong?"
"I can take care of myself," he choked under his breath, eyes forming in the corner of his eyes. "Im not useless."
Wally ran one of his hands down his stomach, letting it rest above his belly button, "I know you can," he whispered, his other hand going to brush the black locks of hair away from his blue eyes. "But what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you fix yourself up?" He heard him sniffle. "Dont be like that, love. Let me change your b
The Smell of Chloroform: Ch.6It was evening in 221B Baker Street. John had been sleeping for the last few hours, to Sherlock's relief. To be fair, Sherlock didn't feel well himself. Something was happening to him - something he hadn't experienced before. He felt physically uncomfortable; dizzy and nauseas. It was as if something inside him was growing, taking up space, almost making him lose his balance. He had an idea of what this might could be, but he prayed for it to be something else, although he was almost sure that he was right.The Smell of Chloroform: Ch.64 years ago in Drama More Like This
Despite not being a natural "people-person", Sherlock knew people. He knew what people think like, act like, he knew about every normal and abnormal emotional, physical and psychosomatic reaction. Theoretically speaking, of course. Not sympathetically. He had always managed to keep his emotions under control, even if he knew what this can do to a person. To others he would perhaps seem like an insensitive, cold and calculating person - but he knew deep inside that he was far from em
Bad DecisionsBad decisionsBad Decisions3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Mycroft, your lover is a terrible person."
"I don't remember ever asking your opinion on the matter."
"I mean it."
At that Mycroft lifted his eyes from the columns of numbers on the sheet of paper in his hand and finally looked at his brother. Sherlock's posture was relaxed as he lounged in a plush chair, the one Mycroft had especially ordered for his office his favorite chair, with his legs crossed at the ankles and lying on the coffee table; a mahogany coffee table with patterns of ivory on the polished top that cost a small fortune. His appearance didn't match the seriousness of his tone, calm but with an edge of urgency that Mycroft immediately picked up on and attempted to analyze. Even the use of a collocation 'a terrible person' stood out, unusual for his brother's speech.
"My people did some background research. There is nothing wrong." Mycroft commented after a pause and returned to the papers on his desk. He created an illusion of being
The FloorBruce would have to admit, the floor of Stark Tower was surprisingly comfortable. He was comparing it to dirt floors and bug ridden piles of hay so of course the billionaire's heated granite floor should be nicer but still. Even after being back in society for months now he didn't stop appreciating the small things, always having clean water, having a proper toilet, air conditioning, a bed. Well, he corrected himself, he really didn't have a bed at. He had moved from the bed to the floor when Tony had repeatedly kicked and nudged him (in his sleep, Tony may be an ass sometimes but he wouldn't just kick Bruce out of the bed) until Bruce was on the edge anyway.The Floor3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Even if the floor wasn't uncomfortable, it was still annoying how bad of a bed hog his partner (boyfriend? Bruce really had no clue what to call their relationship, all he could say was that they loved each other, that's all that mattered) was. Really, Tony had lived with no one but Pepper and AI's for far too long. But Tony would
Pampered- Tony/Bruce"Just get in the tub and relax. You deserve this, Bruce. Tony" Tony/Bruce, OOC?Pampered- Tony/Bruce3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He was tired. He was sore. And he was pretty much naked, and his head hurt.
Bruce ran a hand through his hair as he wandered back to his room for a change of clothes, and sighed heavily. The Green Room was a godsend, for certain- He could never thank Tony enough for it.
Closing the door to his room, he looked in confusion at the bathroom door, which was open, and the lights inside were on. The room smelled like vanilla and tea, and he could hear some quiet music. He walked into the bathroom slowly, looking around.
The light was low, and mostly provided by the candles, and it flickered unevenly on the walls. There were small, gentle bubbles floating up into the air over the bathtub, which was covered with similar bubbles.
He leaned against the door jam and blinked, having no idea how any of this got here, along with his favourite book, or a small bag of his favourite
Mystarde ff: Our Past And Our FuturePart 1. GregoryMystarde ff: Our Past And Our Future3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The pub was noisy and full of people on Friday evening. John absolutely loved it. The chatter of conversation all around him, strangers meeting and breaking up, a faint smell of alcohol and a mix of other people's colognes; all those things that usually made Sherlock cringe and John smile.
John Watson was a sociable man; he liked the crowd and once in a while he needed to become a part of that crowd, to spend an evening with his friends in a pub. He loved Sherlock's company, oh well he loved Sherlock, but John's poor soul and mind needed a rest from his flat mate's genius.
Greg had an evening off; a rare occasion as he usually was either busy at work or, as he claimed, had to rush home. John didn't question the man about his family situation. This time though the DI had been free and they decided that a trip to the pub was absolutely necessary; well more like John insisted that he needed a drink after Sherlock's latest experiment at their flat.
Wally likes kissingStudying-Wally likes kissing3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He was watching him. He was studying, but he was watching him.
Dick was laying on his back, arms behind his head under a pillow. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was soft. He was barley asleep, playing on the edge of dreamland. His lips moved every few moments, forming what looked like words.
And Wally was watching him. He watched the way his lips moved, the way his eyes moved behind his closed eyelids. He just wanted to lean over to him, to run his hand through his hair, to kiss his lips.
Wally grinned to himself, and idea sparking in his mind. He leaned over and tugged the pillow out from under Dick's head.
Blue eyes opened immeatly, but closed again quickly when a pair of lips met his own. His eyes opened again when he pulled away.
Wally crawled around the bed until he was face to face with Dick. He leaned over him, knees on either
Tony/Bruce-Chapter OneBreak meTony/Bruce-Chapter One3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It wasn't supposed to happen this way.
This wasn't what Tony had wanted!
"I hate you. I hate you, I don't care what you've done for me in the past or what you might do for me in the future, I will hate you forever!" Tony snapped into his Iron Man gear, trusting JARVIS to send the message to the intended recipient.
And, of course, the AI system pulled through. Coulson's voice filled the billionaire's ears, "It's not like I wanted this, but I have my orders!"
Reluctantly, Tony shot off a repulsor blast at who was destroying his already ruined Tower, "This is all your fault. If you hadn't shown up and freakin' shot at him, none of this would have happened! I am so going to blow up that stupid helicarrier and make sure you and Fury are on it just so I can hack into the security systems and watch you scream!"
This was all S.H.I.E.L.D.'s fault. If they had left Tony and Bruce alone, instead of going after the doctor, Hulk would no
Mystrade FF: A Love You Never Knew You NeededThe wedding was supposed to be huge and important and a true nightmare for the planners. And even more terrible for a person who was responsible for the security.Mystrade FF: A Love You Never Knew You Needed3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Royal wedding. An event big enough to warrant a person of highest authority to supervise the work. Mycroft didn't have a way to refuse, even though he absolutely hated big social gatherings. Too many strangers, too much attention from the press, too many influential people gathered in one place – a fantastic opportunity for an assassination attempt. That, unfortunately, was a fact proved right too many times in history.
Nonetheless, the royal wedding was to take place at the 29th of April and Mycroft had to make sure that no one would get killed or accidentally hurt. After two months since the preparations started Mycroft cursed the day Prince William proposed to Catherine Middleton. Two months more and Mycroft was ready to let someone die on that wedding if only it meant he could be spared this nightmare. After three m
Is That an Offer, Dr. Banner?Tony Stark was drunk.Is That an Offer, Dr. Banner?3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He wasn't sure quite how drunk he was, but he was pretty sure it was more than just a little bit. Not knowing how much alcohol he had imbibed probably meant he was very drunk. All he knew was that he was drunk and the adorable Dr. Bruce Banner was right in front of him. The very adorable, positively sexy, and very available Bruce Banner.
Wait a second. I do have a girlfriend…don't I? I think I have a girlfriend… Tony's thoughts were muddled - yet more evidence that he was heavily intoxicated - but then the revelation came to him. He had had a girlfriend. The reason he had gotten that drunk in the first place was because she broke up with him.
…Why did she break up with him?
"Hey Bruce?" Tony asked in a strange voice that didn't sound like his own. Bruce looked over at him. He wasn't drunk. Or it didn't seem it. "Why did my girlfriend break up with me again?"
A flush spread across Bruce's cheeks. "Er…she thou
Nightmares He didnt always have nightmares. He didnt always have the fear to fall asleep. But of the late, he did. At night he felt as if he couldnt breathe, like he was somehow trapped. Terror shot through his veins and he always awoke with a jolt. He hated it, he could never stay consious enough to hear anything the team was saying in the mornings. He could barley come up with a good response when they ask how he is, or why hes so tired.Nightmares4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The thing that got rid of his nightmares, the one thing that helped him sleepl; was Wally. Usually the red headed teen found him curled up in a ball on the couch around three in the morning; on his way for a midnight snack. He knew he had nightmares, but never fully understood them. He got that he was raised by Batman, and was taught to never fully show his emotions or share his deepest, frightening secrets... He didnt have to tell him, he could see past his lies.
Thats why he was always there to kiss the terror out of his fa
Who needs Mothers' Day when you have Wally? "You leaving, Wally?" Robin asks as Wally runs past him towards the zeta tubes.Who needs Mothers' Day when you have Wally?3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Yea," Wally replies, stopping to look over his shoulder at him, "Gotta be home for Mothers Day. And I need to pick up some flowers for Mom and help Dad with dinner. I think my grandparents are coming, too."
Robin nods at him, a faint smile on his face, "Tell her I said Happy Mothers Day."
"Will do!" He calls, and he's gone.
"What's Mothers Day?" Superboy asks as he walks into the room, eyes directed at Robin. "A day for Mothers?"
Robin smiles at him, walking around the couch to him, "Pretty much, Supes," he tells him, patting his shoulder as he passes, "It's a day where you appreciate your mother and all she's done for you. If a woman doesn't have kids, her husband still usually does something for her," he thinks for a bit, "Basically just a big way
BurningBurning4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The air was thick, oppressive, and made breathing all that more difficult. The fumes of the chemical soaking the floor scorched his nostrils and stung his eyes, and for the first time he could recall he was grateful for the cloth and layers of thick rope cleaved between his lips. The corrosive vapors wouldn't be able to damage the inside of his mouth or throat.
A splash of grey opaque liquid ricocheted onto the denim of his well worn jeans, and over his leather combat boots, as the balaclava clad man continued to crack the top the barrels open and tip them out of the bed of the truck and onto their side.
Dick Grayson's pain-filled curse was muffled by the gag when the liquid combined with the gasoline he was already drenched in and began eating through the fabric and burning the skin of his shin. He pulled on the ropes, twisted into thick cuffs around his wrists using the cords, which stretched him to the rafters of the underground garage, to lift his feet off the ground. His arms were
PTSD NightmareThe sound of gunfire awoke Frank from his uneasy sleepwalking. Over the sound of gunfire, Frank's commander began screaming for the men to run from the enemy was gaining fast on their heels.PTSD Nightmare4 years ago in Drama More Like This
There was so much confusion, too many bodies surging forward, too little air to breathe, all snatched away by the terrified soldiers' pants and gasps. Because of all their gear and the humidity, sweat soon licked Frank's armpits, neck, and groin before moving onto the rest of his body. The air reeked with the stench of the mens' body odor and mixed strangely with the smell of wet vegetation. The sound of their pounding boots hitting the hard packed dirt was all Frank heard along with the not so far away gunfire. Adrenaline screamed through his veins, tightening his throat to the point of nearly suffocating him.
At some point Frank was pushed from the middle of the group, the safest place, to the edge. "Let me in! Please!" he screamed desperately, trying to claw his way back in - he was drawing bloo
Vut?At the moment, life sucked. Hard.Vut?4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The team had been called to a mission a little after midnight, while they were all still in their beds. Except Robin, of course, who had been on patrol. The little bird had bounded in and had literally shaken all his teammates out of bed, wincing when he discovered that Wally slept in only his boxers. His red, Flash-logo-and-heart-covered boxers.
The mission had been in New York, and while that wasn't very far from Happy Harbor, it was much further than any of the heroes were willing to go that night. M'gann tired and drowsy, had clumsily called up the bioship, nearly running over a yawning Artemis.
The onjective had been to stage a drug bust in Manhattan, while capturing the man in charge of it all, some thug going by the name of Andrew Marletti. Normally, the police would have been called in to deal with such trivial matters, but there had been rumors circulating around of giant, misshaped men who had taken this drug, and Batman had a hunch that it h
Sorry"That was truly pathetic."Sorry4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Batman was snarling at the team, but most specifically, at Robin. The mission had been long and hard, with three days and two nights invested in what ultimately turned out to be a failure. The goal was surprisingly simple: get in, get the sample, get out. Unfortunately, it hadn't gone so smoothly. An alarm had been tripped at the warehouse they had been investigating, somehow slipping by Robin's electronic precautions. Armed gunmen had immediately arrived, shooting and blowing things up until there wasn't much left.
The team, bloody and bruised and battered, had managed to escape with their lives, but hadn't managed to get a sample of the chemical they were supposed to be investigating. Their mentors, frantic and worried, had beamed the team up to the Watchtower, where they recieved immediate medical care.
Batman was furious, but worst of all, he blamed Robin.
"How could you let your guard down?" The Dark Knight's voice was a whisper, but it somehow managed t
-Johnlock- The taste of jamSherlock's ears perked at the rather.. distracting noise that came from John.-Johnlock- The taste of jam3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Scrape. Crunch, crunch, crunch. "Mmmff."
Sherlock's ears were virgins no more.
The detective admired John from over his newspaper. For the past minute or so John had been delighted in having a good cup of tea and biting into his jam toast. Sherlock watched as he took another bite. John practically radiated ecstasy. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, eyelids fluttering closed and his mouth full with the delicious sweetness that was strawberry jam. He munched some more. Sherlock licked his lips.
"Nnnnmph." John groaned, spoiling himself with another bite.
Sherlock shook his head, looking away to anywhere but John. His high cheeks burned with the gentle ghost of a soft blush. He heard another moan of pleasure. Sherlock nearly died.
"John.. if you would please stop that, I would be most grateful."
"S'op whaa'?" John inquired with his mouth full. At the sight of Sherlock cringing,